Dylan's getting stronger by the hour it seems like. Within three days he's able to take short walks in the hospital, and within a week he's able to walk me down to the park for our "dates."
I'm thoroughly enjoying the days, the nights, the conversations, and Dylan.
"Drew?"
"Yeah?"
"Do me a favor?"
"Anything."
I sit up from where I've been laying on the grass at his feet.
"Dance with me?"
I fight back a laugh but I agree.
He stands up and helps me up as well. I find myself in his arms, his left hand resting lightly on my lower back, his right intertwined with my own. We're so close that I can barely breath. He smells clean, with a faint underlying scent of antiseptic. He smiles down at me, and then we dance. Not fast, but we circle around with a rocking, swaying step. We must look ridiculous, a teenage girl with messy hair dancing with a kid in a hospital gown. I don't care. The look of pure contentment on his face is worth it. I realize that we've stopped moving at some point, and we're now just standing, wrapped in each other's arms. My head is resting lightly on his shoulder, and I find myself breathing him in, and then out again. He's quite a bit taller than me, and his chin is resting on the crown of my head. I'm not sure how long we stand there, but when we break apart, it's because a nurse comes out to bring us back inside.
Two short chapters, sorreh. I might or might not be able to update tomorrow. We'll see.
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But the Greatest of These is Love
RomanceA young cancer patient falls in love with Drew, who lives halfway across the country. Through his love letters, she gradually begins to fall in love with him. But is it only pity that causes her emotions?
